Honey Moon Poem by Dónall Dempsey

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No...I know...an awake lemon from a sleeping lemon and even a lemon that is awake and pretending to be asleep and these lemons were asleep and dreaming.

The lemons were dreaming of the newly married us whom they had observed that morning talking in kisses.

No they wasn't nightmaring 'bout being a lemon meringue pie...they were softly dreaming wrapped up in dusk and it was my honeymoon.

They looked so cute wrapped in little duvets of dusk...my wife was asleep and I came out on the balcony for fresh air of which there was none to be had and this little scene enacted itself for me...the lemons...the oranges...so I kept the humans out of it and just let the little unseen things be the focus of the ku.